Tom Holland One Shots

Suicide

Usual stuff
Warning- triggering stuff about self harm. Read at your own risk

It was another day. Another boring day. You were sitting all alone in a coffee shop just stirring around your coffee. It was long cold by now. It wasn't morning. It was mid afternoon. You got fired from your job. You don't understand why they fired you. You've been showing up five minutes early every day, barely take any breaks, maybe three a week, never made a costumer hate you. If there was something you didn't know, you went to get the manager and stuck around to see how to answer the questions if you had another one come up. You worked at a restaurant.

Infinity War had just come out and you were saving for months to go see it, but you won't be getting your paycheck tomorrow. You only needed twenty more dollars. You were so excited on seeing it, it was the biggest movie that is coming out. And from all the rumors you heard, it had all your favorite characters in it! But now that you won't be getting your paycheck, you would have to wait until it was in the dollar theater to watch it.

You were completely zoned out staring at the table in front of you and stirring your coffee until someone brought you back to reality.

"Can I join you?" A British voice said behind you. You looked up and saw it was Tom Holland.

You blush big time. "Uhh... sure." You say slightly confused at why an actor would be sitting by a nobody like you.

He takes a seat next to you. You had a secret crush on him that no one knew about. I mean, you two were only three years apart. He is 22 and you are 19.

"What are you doing sitting here alone?"

"Um... cause I don't have any friends."

"None at all?"

You chuckle sadly. "No. And my family kicked me out right on my 18th birthday, so I don't recon that they want anything with me."

"I'm sorry darling."

"It's fine."

"What's your name?"

"Y/N."you say honestly.

"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." You blush again.

You two hit it off and by the end of the night, you exchange numbers and you go home. You saw a note on your door. You knew exactly who it was that left it. You unlock your apartment and go inside, locking the door behind you. You open the letter and see there's a shard of broken glass and a note. You take out a small note.

Why do you live anymore? No one likes you and if anyone does, they're pretending to.

You clench the piece of glass. You had cuts up and down your arms and legs and you started cutting on your stomach. Each cut going deeper and deeper. You hold the piece of glass to your skin and was about to cut  when your phone rang. You look and it's Tom. You put the glass down in front of you and answer your phone bring it to your ear.

"Hey."

"I know this is going to sound weird, but do you want to hang out Friday?"

"Depends on what we're gonna be doing."

"That's a surprise. And you have to let me pick what you wear."

"Okay." You laugh.

"Alright. I'm coming over around 4 in the afternoon."

"Okay! I'll see you soon I guess."

"Okay! Bye!"

"Bye."

You hang up. You look at the piece of glass. You slide it against your arm once before putting it away. You watched as the blood dripped from your arm and fell to the floor. Then you get an incoming text and you look at it.

Why do you try anymore? He's probably bored and your his last go to. You know nobody loves you. Your own family kicked you out.

A tear trickled down your cheek. This time, without looking, you cut. Once, twice, six times, ten times. When you look down, your arm is covered in blood. There was a small puddle of blood on the floor.

Friday came and you wait for Tom. You were watching Iron Man 3 when the doorbell rung. You pause the tv and go over to your door and look out the peephole. It was Tom. You pull down your sleeves as far as you could and answered the door.

"Hey Tom!" You said letting him in.

"Are you excited for today?"

"I don't even know what we're doing." You laugh, closing the door and leading Tom to your room.

You had covered the blood that was now stained in your carpet with a rug. Your closet door was open, so Tom went in. A few moments later, he hands you your swimsuit. You gulp.

"Are we going swimming?"

"Yes. But you don't know where."

"I-I can't swim." You lie. You were actually really good at swimming. You stopped once you saw your first scar and you had several more forming.

"I can teach you."

"I can't- could we do something else?"

He looks at you quizzically. You tugged on your sleeves again.

"Why are you wearing those kind of clothes in the middle of summer?" You were wearing a sweater and a pair of black jeans. Tom stepped forward and you stepped back. "Y/N, what's going on?"

"Uh, it-it-it's Nothing." You lie, tugging on your sleeves again.

"Give me your arm." He said, putting his hand out. You kept it to your side.

He took a few steps forward and you took a few back until you were against the wall. He advanced towards you. You stared at the ground, avoiding his glance at all means necessary. He grabbed your arm. You close your eyes waiting for the worst, not exactly knowing what that was. He slowly pushed your sleeve back. You felt him trace your arm. When he went over the new ones, you winced at the pain.

"Y/N, how long have you been doing this for?" You stay quiet, not wanting to tell him the truth. He lifts your chin up and you meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with sorrow and a little bit of anger. "Please tell me darling."

You took a deep breath. "Almost... almost four years."

He hugged you tightly. You wrap your arms around him.

"I'm going to help you through this. I promise. I'm going to be here for you."

You smile. That's the first time anyone said that to you. "Thank you Tom."

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